Monday, 23 January 2017

A Poem A Day 17


Sometimes, I’m fire-charged, incendiary!
All juice, and life – creating – an incandescent
wick of connection and peace and understanding
to light the world!

Sometimes I’m the best that my humanity can be… aware, alive
seeking, compassionate…  I like that me!

Sometimes, though, I’m a duller shade
of human.  Disconnected, disinterested, flat; a hermit
crab shelled in dysphoria, soul-sick and sunk. 
No time for you; absorbed in evading

Sometimes the darkness is so complete
I see nothing but hopeless.  The sorry world no remedy;
but this murkiness is intimately mine.  That broken part of my
flesh-made machine, that always fails me


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